As you know, each Sunday I’ve been privileged to visit Kingdom Bloggers. The last topic was to write our own eulogy. It was kind-of an eerie assignment—to imagine what should be said after I’m dead. I thought of lots of options but landed on one concise and simple.
For those of you who missed my funeral…here’s what I wrote. (By-the-way, if you really do miss my funeral, don’t feel bad—I won’t be there either—I’ll be at my Home Coming Party :-)
The eulogy of Douglas L. Spurling
He never really felt quite at home.
He got bucked off
He picked back up
He got back on
He loved to fish…wasn’t much on catchin’
He listened—especially to a child.
He smiled when he cried.
Big in little
God in dirty
Strength in weak
“Take yer time—you’ll get there faster”
“If you don’t quit you win”
“Just ‘cuz you can—don’t mean you should”
“Can’t clean a fish before you catch it”
“Words are powerful”
“A love filled prayer, in the hands of faith, is the strongest force on earth”
He spelled unique—YOUnique
He lived simple, quiet and slow
When he failed, he prayed…he prayed, often.
His Hero was Jesus—which made all the difference.
He believed the nursery rhyme:
Merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream…and when you die—you truly wake.
And now—he’s truly awake.
He never really felt quite at home...until now.